With two knitting needles in her hands
And a bale of wool at her glance
Our dearest Mama knitted all the way long.

With eager little toddlers streaming happily in
She smiled at them and soon they were to begin
Bobbing their little heads to the left, and to the right
She nurtured them carefully to get their patterns right.

“It has to be right – it can’t be wrong!”
No incorrect pattern was spared her charm.
“Pull them out – start over again!”
“But Ma I’m so far ahead.”
“Nope pull them out – start over again.
Better instead.”|

A perfectionist at heart
With perfect patterns running through her life
Young learners would sit eagerly in her class
Hoping to catch some magic from the master class
Mama knitted the hearts of Beverley Hills
She knitted them with her masterful skills.

Affectionately known as the sweet lady
We always left sweets and a packet of chips
We all carried her bags to Bergsig Primary School and back.

Memories still flood my mind as I remember that time:
Going to Gatesville to buy Bombies
Sweets, chips, suckers and lollipops at Elite
Taking the bus with the check floral bag
It was a lovely journey from Bonteheuwel to Gatesville and back.

I remember watching the Klopse with her at the Athlone Stadium
We sat there and watched the parade until the morning’s rays faded away.
I remember eating fish and chips on the corner of Salt River with Mama
Whilst waiting for the Bontas Bus.

I also remember packing sweets, chips, lollipops and lekker stuff
As we headed out with the luxury bus
We smiled, laughed and talked
All the way home…

My mind flows back to when
I sat in Ama’s lap
Nibbling on my ears
While she knitted away with no fears.

“Are you okay Leechie?” she asked.
“Yes Mama,” I said.
“Wait! I’m gonna make now tea and bread, Neh?”
“Okay Mama,” I nodded my head.

I remember Mama calling:
“Lee, Wesley, Jeron, Gavin
Come fetch your tea and bread.”
She always called for us by the stairs’ end.

Just like my time with Mama
She had with Mommy, Daddy, and others in the family
Those hers were pattered together
Knitted to perfection
Never in need of correction.

Thank you Lord for not letting the sun go down on me
When I thought I could no longer go on.
Thank you Lord for uplifting me
For helping me to realise my dream
Whilst others back in my days waved me goodbye
Whilst others back in my days died like flies.

Lord, thank you!
My time has come.

Thank you for another year,
Thank you for drying me heartbroken tears!
Than you Lord for calming my soul
Especially in those days when I wanted to break down heaven’s doors!

Thank you for keeping me strong!
Thank you for placing me at a place I know how to bid so long
Thank you Lord for my piece of gold
Thank you Lord for my piece of silver
They are smiling at me as I run to them!

As the clock ticks on
With every minute that prolongs
Mountains of memories fill my mind.

Whilst the clock’s hands
Slowly start to wave me goodbye
I’ll try not to cry as they wave me goodbye
As I know that heaven’s eyes will be watching me.

I know that from here on out there will be a new found peace
My time hath honoured those who have entered heaven’s doors
With a bitter sweet tune.

Mama has left the class
She has entered God’s master class
Leaving behind a lifetime of memories
Both happy and sad
She is at peace now
Surrounded by angels at hand.

She has run the race
She has run the race
A rose gone to heaven
To meet a sweet heavenly embrace.

Her time hath come
Her time hath come
Her work is done.

Mama has left behind
Beautiful hearts with patterned lines
They have been woven together
Intertwined amongst the heavens
Inspiring the tawny, mocha-skinned youth of Bonteheuwel
With her plethora of magical skills.

“My time has come!
My time has come!
Thank you Lord,
My time hath come!”